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The roll is called, Big Jim is gone, his voice we’ll hear no more,
But his name is etched forever on the pages of folklore.
For those who knew this gentle giant, he was an easy friend to love
And on Good Friday evening Jim was called to Heaven…

Early, early last Thursday night
The Myshall cavalry gave me a fright:
In my misfortune and sad downfall
I was prisoner taken by Cornwall.

In his guardhouse there I was tried
And in his parlour my sentence tried’
My sentence passed and…

Come boys let us follow the fox
No more we’ll be called lazy grunters;
We’ll hunt him through mountains and rocks
For we are the jolly fox hunters.

We’ll rise him at six in the morn;
I’ll hold ten to one that we’ll kill him;
If Lang…

THE RED, YELLOW AND GREEN

A cock crows, a daffodil grows,
Another dew glazed morn;
A church bell rings, a blackbird sings,
A Carlow emigrant is born.

With footsteps of a child, I leave my home behind,
Nastled in Mount Leinster standing…

Irish Liberty
Ye friends of Irish Liberty and sons of Granuaile
Be not afraid of England’s bull, his horns, his head or tail;
He’s but a shadow on the grass reflected from a tree,
So break the branches bare, brave boys, and plant the…

The song captures the violence and the heroism of a young woman during one of the battles of 1798

By the setting of the sun as my daily work was done and I wandered my way down the shore
As I went on alone I sat down upon a stone for to gaze on the work of the Lord.

I have travelled all around through city, state and town but no landscape can…